XXXVI. Whate'er might be his worthlessness or worth, It was a trying moment that which found him Where all his household gods lay shiver'd round him; No choice was left his feelings or his pride, Save death or Doctors' Commons-so he died. XXXVII. Dying intestate, Juan was sole heir To a chancery suit, and messuages, and lands, Which, with a long minority and care, Promised to turn out well in proper hands: Inez became sole guardian, which was fair, And answer'd but to nature's just demands; An only son left with an only mother Is brought up much more wisely than another. XXXVIII. Sagest of women, even of widows, she Resolved that Juan should be quite a paragon, And worthy of the noblest pedigree (His sire was of Castile, his dam from Arragon). Then for accomplishments of chivalry, In case our lord the king should go to war again, XXXIX. But that which Donna Inez most desired, And so they were submitted first to her all; XL. The languages, especially the dead; The sciences, and most of all th' abstruse; To be the most remote from common use, XLI. His classic studies made a little puzzle, And for their Æneids, Iliads, and Odysseys, Were forced to make an odd sort of an apology, For Donna Inez dreaded the mythology. XLII. Ovid's a rake, as half his verses show him, I don't think Sappho's Ode a good example, 3 Although Longinus tells us there is no hymn Where the sublime soars forth on wings more ample; But Virgil's songs are pure, except that horrid one Beginning with Formosum Pastor Corydon. XLIII. Lucretius' irreligion is too strong For early stomachs, to prove wholesome food; I can't help thinking Juvenal was wrong, Although no doubt his real intent was good, For speaking out so plainly in his song, So much indeed as to be downright rude; And then what proper person can be partial To all those nauseous épigrams of Martial? XLIV. Juan was taught from out the best edition, VOL. II. 2 XLV. For there we have them all «< at one fell swoop," To call them back into their separate cages, XLVI. The missal too, it was the family missal, Could turn their optics to the text and pray XLVII. Sermons he read, and lectures he endured, He did not take such studies for restraints; XLVIII. This, too, was a seal'd book to little Juan- say She scarcely trusted him from out her sight; Her maids were old, and if she took a new one You might be sure she was a perfect fright, She did this during even her husband's lifeI recommend as much to every wife. XLIX. Young Juan wax'd in goodliness and grace; As e'er to man's maturer growth was given; And seem'd, at least, in the right road to heaven, For half his days were pass'd at church, the other Between his tutors, confessor, and mother. L. At six, I said, he was a charming child, Although in infancy a little wild, They tamed him down amongst them; to destroy His natural spirit not in vain they toil'd, At least it seem'd so; and his mother's joy Was to declare how sage, and still, and steady, |